Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.